Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.